Sociology class has never been more interesting since Mr Simmonds took over. Sure, he gives me weird looks and has been pointing fingers at us two, but I can brush it off as one of his weird quirks.
Quote of the Day
I hallucinated. When I close my eyes, I see oranges coming towards me.
He was talking about how psychologically traumatized he was after having his worst summer job - watching over bottles of hot orange juice into a cooler and rearranges when they topple over.
This is why it's fun to have English teachers to teach us. During the 45 minutes of the lesson they'd concentrate on what they teach then wastes the fifteen minutes talking about their lives.
During PS4, the only words I remember saying most of the time, roughly, something like a;slskdjkfjghgnekve.
Who wouldn't spazz looking at those slender legs, that tight pants, that fair skin, that cat-like eyes, that mysterious sly smile. It sends shivers down my spine. Yet again, no, I am not a lesbian. I'm describing a guy over here for god's sake.
Just because the description screams the femininity, it doesn't actually mean that I have some weird sick hidden fantasy for females, and have some psychological mental disorder. I just like effeminated men. Because they're purrrty.
Maths. Maths begins with no words to describe how boring it was. ELit was too, but more painfully boring. I slept while listening to the tape about something close to incest, a blonde Italian, Mexicans, and a NewYorkan mafia living in the US. It's a thumbs up that this uncle is gay, and there'll be some not-so heterosexual scenes in the play.
The half and hour nap was goooood.
And a singing blonde Italian mafia is a great catalyst in a play, I swear. In Anis' words, "you were smiling at first and laughed, then your eyes opened wide." It's that good of a catalyst.
Oh congrats to Nadia in her new relationship which just started yesterday.
And Renee Yap which just began a few hours ago. But good god I swear if "you" break my friend's heart I will whack you senseless with my precious camera. Okay maybe not, because this camera is too precious.
Who knew being the wingmanwoman could be so much fun. I've been one since not so long ago.
I love Twitter.
And I like today. Why?
I ate three fillet-o-fish, three large fries, two large pepsi and an Oreo McFlurry, but I still want more.
Till then folks, look left and right before crossing the road.
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